It wasn’t fair for Mom to have to clean up after his mess all the time, and it certainly wasn’t fair for him to remain unaware of the problems that his shedding was causing. “Oh, god, Brandon…” I moaned, as my brother stared at me, a wild look in his eyes. xnx I rolled my eyes, and knocked on his door. I was an adult. He’s gone from shy and stammering to confident and sexy—he never breaks eye-contact any more, and I’m starting to wonder if he ever blinks. He’d stepped out of his room for a snack—since the transformation, he eats more than the rest of the house put together—and found me with my eyes shut, at the kitchen table, one hand buried between my legs, the other up my shirt, desperately groping at my breast, panting his name…
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